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lirik lagu rah rah – f.y.i.

[ intro ]
you ‘ol sorry a$$ n*ggas
can’t even take care of your kid a$$ n*ggas
don’t get your b*tch sn*tched a$$ n*gga

[ chorus ]
in mid*city la it’s all rah rah rah
we don’t care what you say homie blah blah blah
when come out to play it’s all ah ah ah
i thank god everyday n*gga yah yah yah
[ verse ]
fans fiend for the feeling of old kanye’s best
but all they got left if f.y.i. from the west
in the right side of victory for real
success my lay up drill in the mainstream i win by going left
p*wns whisper in the presence of a king i wear the crown to move the crowd
till my last breath i get it off my chest in the stu i’m on a chef
in thе crock pot till i’m steaming
beaming more than williе
do these n*ggas really want the smoke
to be blunt these supreme divas is see through more than zima
they’ll catch emphysema when they touch this rare air
i don’t stress to impress a rapper that wears a dress or change s*x
just to get a check from nike desperate n*ggas spite me
they panhandling press i can’t even go to panda express
without it being a star studded event bye felicia pay your rent
hoes going homeless buying merch
after i skeeted autographs on they shirt
homie don’t wait up for your dinner when she being my dessert
this god flow scorched the earth
the first shall be last my last shall be worth its weight in gold or crypto
go skitzo on the track to the culture
i’m instrumental
my pencil is utensil food for thought i’m making menus
the godless worship beef bad karma is what they into
the projects need relief from the carnage it is used to uncle sam raped niece and nephews
apology has been due
acknowledge what i’ve been through i need reparations on the retro
payment for pain lived generations in this h*ll hole
simpleton this ain’t wimbledon
you gets no love going back and forth arguing
reincarnated racist desecrated symbols that are sacred
traded burning crosses for maga hats
republican offices sorry officer your badge looks like a swastika
no wonder why my cuz is coughing blood
there’s humanity in my hoodie you can’t contain rage in privatized cage
built by walmart precincts look for chief keefs at the head start
free sosa from birth to being older
n*ggas love to be wanted but not on most wanted posters
it’s a dirty game filthy
only thing i’m convicted of is bars
murdering beats i’m guilty
move units quicker than first team realty
shrewd student laughing at n*ggas that stay stupid
ha ha dufus
here to wake up those sleep in the back
front row seat for this masterclass your b*st*rd a$$ would collapse
if a chick sat in your lap no cap n*ggas nut when they aunt touch they tatt
and that’s sad bruh
i’m about to abracadabra poof poof
any rapper who attracted to wearing man purses matched gucci boots
fl studios produced’em to be fruity loops
20now hannibal carthage i rally the troops mandible becomes cannibal
cartilage is under my tooth
great white shark has emerged in the booth
major applause for all the girls that give me jaws unfasten sports bras
doing squats on my drawls
took her down on the hen rock a sniper with a sawed off
blasting at hip*hop till akademics limbs gnawed off
the blog tylenol pm it made me nod off
the season for the vegan to f*ck the industry raw dog
king of la as a youngin’ i imagined it
demean meme rappers that gotta drip that comes with no abstinence
gassed on my own lane became a new genre
the baby mama charmer f*cking off her period cuz a n*gga got commas
top shotta bucking at the game like giannis the heisenberg of cooking up words instantly
me and any beat got chemistry pure novelist rocking it till apocalypse
versus n*ggas stuck in ’02 like oxygen
f.y.i. stand up guy no posturing beyond persona its an honor to rep the radio raheems in the new regime
trying not to get choked out in the american dream
this kid hakeem said my 16s became the sistine chapel in his room
decorated walls had his mom asking who’s the g*nius
prophetic words from bobby womack i’ve seent it
realize give a 110 percent than die on 110th over bullsh*t
i’m solid i’m not over it if it’s rah rah i’m on it on it
[ chorus ]
in mid*city la it’s all rah rah rah
we don’t care what you say homie blah blah blah
when come out to play it’s all ah ah ah
i thank god everyday n*gga yah yah yah

[ outro ]
it’s all live

check it out mane
all that rah rah sh*t
ya’ll be going off on man
get your bread up bruh west

- f y i

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